De nople houses! - how dey'd mofe An old New Yorker's heart, Time vas - twix dese und dose at home You couldn't tell 'em part, Mit crate brass knockers on de toors, Und parlors town so low You see de crates a glowin prite O'er carbets ash you go.

Dere's noding in dis Holland life, Vitch seems of present day, De fery shildren in de shdreeds Look quaintlich as dey blay; De liddle rosy housemaids, In bicdures vell I know, De dames und heers hafe all an air Of sixdy years ago.

They may dalk of anciendt hishdory Und for romantisch seek, De ding dat mofes most teeply ish Old-vashioned - not antique. O if you live in Leyden town You'll meet, if troot' pe told, De forms of all de freunds who tied Vhen du werst six years old.